In honour pf the fast-approaching season I'd like to share a little fun with you. I hope any Louisiana readers will not be offended.

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One Fine Day on the Bayou (first of twelve)

Day 1: Dear Boudreaux, you one sweet lover done say you gonna sin little me one present all twelve days of Crissmus. I git so excited I no take my shrimp boat out fishin, eh? Thanks for de bird in de Pear tree. I fix it las' night with dirty rice. I doan tink de pear tree will grow in de swamp, so I swap it for a Satsuma.

LukeJavan8
Carpal Tunnel
Registered: 06/23/08
Posts: 7141
Loc: Land of the Flat Water

Nice stuff, probably if you live in Louisiana. ButChristmas Day is Day One along with its Partridge.Day 12 is Twelfth Night, January 6. The time beforeChristmas is historically "Advent", to prepare forChristmas.

So I suppose I say WELCOME, but you are just a mite offon you calendar.

I was not pooh-poohing him, just comparing traditions. Thetradidional with what happens in America. Christmas wasthe partridge in days gone by, nowadays America sees theChristmas tree in the creek, as you say, or on thecurb waiting for trash haulaway. Only Renaissance groupscelebrate Twelfth Night. The Orthodox Christians, however,following the Julian Calendar celebrate Christmas on 6 January.Go ahead Bob, I'm following you, and enjoying it too.

Among many others: Christmas Day is Day Onehttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Twelve_Days_of_Christmas_(song)

Day 3: Dear Boudreaux, Why doan you sent some crawfish? I'm tired of eating dem darn birds. gave two of dose prissy French chickens to Marie Trahan over at Grans Bayou an fed the tird one to my dog Phideaux. Marie needed some sparing partners for her fighting rooster.

Day 4: Dear Boudreaux, Mon Dieux! I tol you no more friggin birds. Deez four, what you call dem "calling birds" were so noisy you could hear dem all de way to Napoleonville. I used dere necks for my crab traps, an fed de rest of dem to de gators.

Day 6: Dear Boudreaux, Cochon! Back to da birds, you coonass turkey!!! Poor egg suckin' Phideaux is scared to death at dem six geeses. He tried to eat dems eggs and dey peck de heck out ah his snout. Dey good at eating cockroaches, though. I may stuff one of dem wit erster dressing on Christmas day.

Day 7: Dear Boudreaux, I'm gonna wring your fool neck next time I see you. Thibeau, da mailman, is ready to kill ya. The merde from all dem birds is stinkin' up his mailboat. He afraid someone will slip on dat stuff and sue him good. I let those seven swans loose to swim on de bayou and some duck hunters from Mississippi blasted dem out of de water. Talk to you tomorrow.

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